Defender of the Dead (closed)

[Rissterus]

Rissterus walked among the tombstones, looking for one in particular. His Staff of Demise looked black against the sun. The blue jem at the top shone brightly as it caught the evening rays of light. Rissterus knelt down at the foot of an old grave marker and brushed away the dust, dirt, and old leaves.

The inscription was half eroded away from hundreds of years of harsh weather. Rissterus, however, was able to read it fairly well, being a scholar.

Here lies Kamatros
Grand Cleric
Keeper of the Temple of Scrolls
Death date unknown; believed to have died in
the Dark Plague in the Sanctuary of the Broken.
RIP

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[Rissterus]

He reached into his robes and drew out his red book of writings and wrote down the inscription. As he finished with the "RIP", he thought he heard something. He turned his head and looked around. He saw some leaves blow away in the wind. It would have looked normal, had it not been a windless evening. Rissterus slammed his book closed and replaced it in his robes. He pulled himself to his feet with his staff and looked around.
"Who's there? Show yourself?"

A ghostly transparent figure seemed to step forwards out of the air. It wore a helm of steel, armour, and a sword hung at its belt. Rissterus looked at the noseless, skeletal face. "What are you?

The spectre laughed. [yellow]"I am the Defender of the Dead. Ruintan'filthan-araan'ustuse is my name. And who -"[/yellow] the skeletal hand started to draw the sword at his side [yellow]"- enters my domain?"[/yellow]

[Rissterus]

Rissterus stepped back a pace as the blade came out of its sheath. Somehow, the blade looked as if it was made of ice. Like it was created from another world. Rissterus held his staff more firmly.
"I am Rissterus, Sorcerer, Guildsman, Scholar. I came in search of the tomb now behind me. I seek knowledge."

The spectre stepped forwards suddenly, and Rissterus stepped back to keep the same distance between them. Ruintan'filthan-araan'ustuse held his sword more extended towards Rissterus. [yellow]"No one may seek knowledge among the fallen without my permission!"[/yellow]

Rissterus was starting to get a growing fear, cast off by the Spectre's presence. He swallowed and replied as calmly as he could. "Well, may I have your permission, O noble Spe-"
[yellow]"No! It is too late! you have found what you seek, and now you must die!"[/yellow]

[yellow]Ruintan'filthan-araan'ustuse the Spectre
Attack: 6
Defense: 6
Agility: 6
Burst: 6
BXP: 12
50/50 HP
100/100 MP
Weapon: Water Sword (+3, +4)
Armour: Iron Helm (+3), Steel Armour (+3)[/yellow]

[Rissterus]

Rissterus
Attack: 6
Defense: 5
Agility: 2
Burst: 2
BXP: 0
40/40 HP
50/50 MP
Weapon: Staff of Demise (+4)
Armour: none
Item Bonus: Golden Amulet: +3 to every use of magic.

[yellow]The spectre (who has higher agility than Rissterus, and therefore gets to go first) swung his sword down towards Rissterus. His empty eyesockets suddenly lit up with yellow light as his jaw opened, letting out a battle cry.
6 atk + 4 wep. + 12 BXP + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 25[/yellow]


Rissterus stepped back and cast a spell to counter it. He grabbed hold of his fear and turned it into something he could use in the battle; anger.

5 def. + 3 amulet + 0 BXP + 15 MP + [dice=6] = 27


Resolution Phase
25 - 27 = -2
NO DAMAGE

Spectre
50/50 HP
90/100 MP

Rissterus
40/40 HP
35/50 MP

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[Oswin]

Oswin entered the Burial Grounds. It was now two weeks to the day of Hanhaets funeral, and Oswin was coming now to offer his prayers. He found her grave shortly and began to pray. It was then he heard a terrible cry. He looked up and around but could see nothing. He got up and started to hurry towards the sound of combat.

[Rissterus]

Rissterus figured that running would be useless. Fighting, he might have a chance. He raised his Staff of Demise and spoke magic words, creating a blinding light which he directed at the Spectre.
6 atk + 4 wep. + 3 amulet + 0 BXP + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 29


[yellow]The Spectre raised his hand trying to shield his unhuman eyes.
6 def. + 3 Iron Helm + 12 BXP + 8 MP + [dice=6] = 32[/yellow]


Resolution Phase
29 - 32 = -3
NO DAMAGE

Spectre
50/50 HP
82/100 MP

Rissterus
40/40 HP
25/50 MP
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[yellow]The Spectre lowered his hand, training his fire-like eyes back on Rissterus. He spun around, slicing his sword at Rissterus from the left.
6 atk + 4 wep + 12 BXP + 12 MP + [dice=6] = 39[/yellow]


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[Rissterus]

Rissterus stepped back, and cast a black, glass-like shield to counter the blow.
5 def. + 3 amulet + 0 BXP + 15 MP + [dice=6] = 28

Resolution Phase
32 - 28 = 4 + 6 = 10 damage

Spectre
50/50 HP
70/100 MP

Rissterus
30/40 HP
10/50 MP
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The Spectre's weapon sliced through the magic shield, shattering it to sliversized pieces. The blade then sliced through Rissterus' robes and cut his right shoulder. Pain seared through his arm and he almost fell, except he held himself up with his staff. The wound seemed to freeze over. Rissterus looked up at the Spectre and spoke. The curse he placed upon the Spectre was spoken so quietly that it was almost inaudible, but the curse was just as strong as it would've been had it been shouted.

Infectious Plague - At the cost of 10 MP and 2 HP, the Sorcerer may cast a curse on his opponent. Each time the opponent rolls his dice, he loses 5 MP automatically.




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[Oswin]

Oswin
Attack: 3
Defense: 6
Agility: 4
Burst: 2
BXP: 2
49/60 HP
64/100 MP
Weapon: Quarterstaff (+2) (+1 Proficiency)
Armour: None


Oswin came into view, suddenly. He saw Rissterus battling the Spectre and leapt to assist him.
As the Spectre sliced Rissterus' arm, Oswin leapt towards the spectre. He reached him just as Rissterus finished speaking his curse, and swung his quarterstaff down at the Spectre's helmed head.

3 atk + 2 wep. + 1 race + 2 BXP + 14 MP + [dice=6] = 26[rand=6862129811358713551978298336661972204179779994314800137540924924]

[Rissterus]

BATTLE ORDER
[yellow]Spectre - 6 agility[/yellow]
Oswin - 4 agility
Rissterus - 2 agility


[yellow]The Spectre didn't see Oswin coming as he was trying to fight of the magic spell off. The attack came at him suddenly, and all he could do was try to duck his head.
6 def. + 3 helm + 12 BXP + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 32[/yellow]

Resolution Phase
32 - 26 = -6
NO DAMAGE

Spectre
50/50 HP
55/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre]

Rissterus
28/40 HP [Infectious Plague: -2 HP to Rissterus]
0/50 MP [Infectious Plague: -10 MP to Rissterus]

Oswin
49/60 HP
50/100 MP
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Rissterus' Turn[/b]

Rissterus gathered the last bits of his strength, even though he was spent, and sent a black fire ball from his staff at the Spectre.
6 atk + 4 wep + 3 amulet + 0 MP + 0 BXP + [dice=6] = 17


[yellow]The Spectre raised his hand as the black fire came at him and merely waved it away.
6 def. + 3 armour + 12 BXP + 0 MP + [dice=6] = 25[/yellow]


Resolution Phase
17 - 25 = -8
NO DAMAGE

Spectre
50/50 HP
50/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
49/60 HP
50/100 MP
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[yellow]Spectre's Turn[/b]

Ruintan'filthan-araan'ustuse turned to the new thread (Oswin), and swung his sword down to cleave his head.
6 atk + 4 wep + 12 BXP + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 35[/yellow]

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[Oswin]

Oswin brought his quarter staff up above his head, holding it on each end, to block the Spectre's sword in the middle.
6 def. + 2 wep. + 1 race + 2 BXP + 15 MP + [dice=6] = 32

Resolution Phase
35 - 32 = 3 + 6 = 9

Spectre
50/50 HP
35/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
49/60 HP
35/100 MP
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Oswin's Turn

Oswin then let go of his staff with his right hand and moved it ot the left end, stabbing the right end into the Spectre's stomach.
3 atk + 2 wep. + 1 race + 2 BXP + 15 MP + [dice=6] = 27[rand=9859210503148754578869655744344965245397402869353263182083004563]

[Rissterus]

[yellow]The Spectre took a step back, swinging his weapon down to knock the staff away.
6 def + 4 wep. + 12 BXP + 5 MP + [dice=6] = 32[/yellow]

Resolution Phase
27 - 32 = -5

[yellow]Spectre
50/50 HP
25/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre][/yellow]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
49/60 HP
20/100 MP
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Rissterus' Turn

Rissterus, though weak, saw his chance as the Spectre retreated. He advanced forwards slightly and swung his staff at the back of the Spectre's head. He used magic to make the sapphire at the end of his staff searing hot.
6 atk + 4 wep. + 3 amulet + 0 MP + [dice=6] = 15


[yellow]The Spectre was no longer worried about Rissterus. He would finish him after he killed Oswin.
6 def. + 3 helm + 12 BXP + 0 MP + [dice=6] = 22[/yellow]

Resolution Phase
15 - 22 = -7

[yellow]Spectre
50/50 HP
20/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre][/yellow]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
49/60 HP
20/100 MP
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[yellow]Spectre's Turn[/u]

The hit to his helmet just glanced off, doing no damage. He advanced at Oswin and thrust his sword at Oswin's neck.
6 atk + 4 wep. + 12 BXP + 5 MP + [dice=6] = 29
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[Lord Nefarious]

The stench of burning sulfur filled the air as a large figure dressed in dark blue armor carrying a wicked-looking sword appeared on a rock formation not too far from the battle taking place. Audoron watched the two fighters entwined in combat and smiled at their pain. These pathetic mortals amused him.

He touched the tip of his sword to the ground and leaned on it's handle, watching the fight with grim amusement. Then, something appeared on the middle of the sword's blade. A sliver of light appeared, then grew larger and larger, until it dissappeared. In its place was an eye. It looked around at its surroundings until its gze fell upon the battle, sending a strange shiver down the fighters' spines.

It then spoke in Lord Nefarious' mind, This is an amusing engagement, my friend. Let us watch and then attack when the time is right. Audoron nodded and waited, leaning against the 'sword'.

[Oswin]

Oswin stepped back, hitting the sword away with the left end of his quarterstaff. He was too absorbed in the battle to notice Lord Nefarious in the distance.
6 def. + 2 wep. + 1 race + 2 BXP + 15 MP + [dice=6] = 28

Resolution Phase
29 - 28 = 1 + 6 = 7

[yellow]Spectre
50/50 HP
10/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre][/yellow]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
42/60 HP
5/100 MP
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Oswin's Turn

Oswin lunged forwards again, spinning his quarterstaff low than high, trying to trip the Spectre, then hit him in the head.
3 atk + 2 wep + 1 race + 2 BXP + 5 MP + [dice=6] = 16[rand=23666868727034381460771643211431588885580842250467008514487475357]

[Lord Nefarious]

It was time. Now, we strike my friend! Lord Nefarious grabbed the oversized blade and rushed towards the battle with great speed, reaching the three fighters in less than fifteen seconds. He stopped, then looked at them, towering over all three with his eyes glowing a deep crimson. He then spoke in a voice deep and loud enough to shake the very pits of hell, "Very amusing mortals!" and smiled underneath his armor. "Mind if I join?" he asked in a polite manner.


Lord Nefarious
Attack: 6
Defense: 4
Agility: 4
Burst: 1
BXP: 0
60/60 HP
100/100 MP
Weapon: Staff of Demise (+4)
Armour: noneindex.cgi

[Rissterus]

[yellow]The Spectre sidestepped to the left to avoid it.
6 def. + 3 armour + 12 BXP + 0 MP + [dice=6][/yellow]

Resolution Phase
16 - 23 = -7

Spectre
50/50 HP
5/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
42/60 HP
0/100 MP
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Rissterus' Turn

Rissterus sensed a fellow magic user. Instead of attacking the Spectre uselessly again, he looked up on the horizon. He could not tell who it was, but he could sense he was very powerful. He watched and waited, wondering what this new person would do. The Priest could handle the Spectre for the moment.

Then the magic user charged down. As he approached, Rissterus could see he was much larger than any of those present. Instinct made him step backwards, holding his staff up.

"Very amusing mortals! Mind if I join?"

Rissterus noticed a twinge of good humor in his voice.
"Do so! Assist us in slaying this evil Spectre!"
Rissterus then attacked, unleashing a *weak* blast of magic.
6 atk + 4 wep. + 3 amulet + 0 BXP + 0 MP + [dice=6] = 16


[yellow]6 def. + 3 armour + 12 BXP + 0 MP + [dice=6] = 24[/yellow]

Resolution Phase
16 - 24 = -8

[yellow]Spectre
50/50 HP
0/100 MP [Infectious Plague: -5 MP to Spectre][/yellow]

Rissterus
28/40 HP
0/50 MP

Oswin
42/60 HP
0/100 MP

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